Hunter Life: Marsh Stag Quest

Tracked a stag through the marsh that tried to evade my line of sight; its hide was as stubborn as a rusted lock, so I had to pry it open with a touch of grit. I traded a few silver coins for a curse‑song that cracked a grin out of me, proof that even in a world where law feels optional, humor can still serve as armor. The night settles over the wetlands with a quiet that lets a lone hunter sharpen both blade and wit, and I keep the sword close to the heart of those few I trust. #HunterLife 🗡️